The First Time She Offered Her Ass: Nervous Heat of Forbidden Entry
We hit the bedroom door, hearts hammering. Binky’s words still echoed—’I’m leaving my husband.’ No turning back now. Tension coiled tight in my gut, mixing fear with that electric pull. Her eyes burned into mine, body leaning close on the bistro terrace moments ago, hands flat on the table like she was ready to bolt. But here we were, clothes ripping off faster than ever. My pulse thumped in my ears. This felt different. Desperate. Her skin flushed hot under my palms, slim and supple. I traced her curves, tongue diving into her heat, tasting that spicy wetness. She bucked, thighs clamping my head, heels digging my back. Guttural moans. Sweat already beading. My cock throbbed, but doubts gnawed—would this be the last? Her frenzy screamed she knew. She wanted me hooked. No escape.
She yanked me up, lips crashing, tongue salty with need. ‘Fuck me!’ Fever in her voice. I plunged in hard, pounding her slick pussy, switching rhythms, positions. Sweat poured, bodies slapping, her cries sharp and raw. I rolled off, spent but not done, cock still rigid. Brain wouldn’t shut off. She dove on it, hand stroking slow, mouth engulfing, saliva dripping. Eyes locked on mine—provocative, hungry. Sucking harder, varying sucks and licks. Orgasm built finally, crashing as she milked every spurt, swallowing my load with a smile. Bodies tangled after, her cheek on my chest, my fingers tracing her spine. Not satisfied. I kneaded her small tits, licked nipples hard. She arched, ready again. Then she flipped, ass up. ‘Fuck me!’ Voice hoarse. Heart slammed. This was new. She’d only hinted before. Unknown territory. My pulse raced wild.
The Approach
She guided my tip to her tight ring. ‘Take me there. Fuck my ass.’ Hesitation hit—’You sure?’ ‘Yes! Fuck me!’ No brutality. She controlled it, easing back slow. Inch by inch, my cock sank into her heat, vise-tight. We rolled spooned, her leg up. Muscles clenched then yielded. Heart pounding like a drum. Her whimpers mixed pain and plea. ‘Pound me! Fill me!’ I thrust gentle at first, building. Sweat slicked us, her juices everywhere. She set the pace, demanding harder. No mercy now. I hammered deep, her ass gripping like fire. She gasped, pushed back, words filthy—’Bury it! Make me scream!’ Climax ripped through me, flooding her depths. She twisted, lips meeting mine, radiant.
Shower later, soapy laughs, bodies pressed. But under it, dread stirred. Coffee in the kitchen, cigs lit. ‘That was amazing.’ Her smile faded. ‘We won’t see each other anymore.’ Gut twisted. She was freeing herself, wouldn’t settle for stolen fucks. I wasn’t leaving my wife. Right call, but it stung. Innocence of our no-strings pact? Shattered. She walked out, taxi swallowed her. ‘Binky…’ Voice broke. That first forbidden plunge—nervous thrill burned forever, marking the end.
